Is a man worth being born
When life puts emphasis on a log
I'm running to hide my eyes
so that no one looks at them like in a mirror
I'm scared every year
more and more
hidden thoughts flow
arranged in the bricks of my lips
words covered with lies
They will force you to accept the beast
blood will flow
tears will flow
I can't cry
I'm looking for answers
I'm looking for myself like a place to stay
I'm out
I don't have the strength to change
to live in lawlessness
chaos, swamp and perdition
a blind man will say that
Everything is good
tell me how it really is
We are ruled by swans
it will work out somehow
in a pond full of fish
